Shu Yimo was holding a stick of ice cream in his hand and was confronting the boy opposite. If he goes to the right, she goes to the right; if he goes to the left, she goes to the left; if he goes forward, she goes forward. ++++Going back and forth, back and forth, left and right, it lasted for half an hour. The face of the young man across from him changed from his original breezy smile to livid. "Classmate, what do you want to do?" "I..." This confession seems too abrupt. At least I want to become friends with him first, and then...
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